Jul 2017
This heart
Is being tore
Apart
It's a joke,
You see
Go ahead
And laugh
If you please
But am I
Not just human?
Do I not
Deserve forgiveness
Like you?
Ripped from
My sunken chest,
It hangs in
Thin air and
Illuminates in
The things
It could have
Easily been
You're the last
To know my
Graceless heart
And you will still
Be the first to know
My graceful heart
Without even
Wanting to be
A part of it but
It's life, and unlike
The things that
Controlled me
In my unpleasant past
I'll hold onto the things
You taught me and with
Everything I decide to do
The 17 year old you
Will still be there
My voice of reason
The thing I once knew
I could trust and felt like
I was something different,
Something enough
Is being tore
Apart
It's a joke,
You see
Go ahead
And laugh
If you please
But am I
Not just human?
Do I not
Deserve forgiveness
Like you?
Ripped from
My sunken chest,
It hangs in
Thin air and
Illuminates in
The things
It could have
Easily been
You're the last
To know my
Graceless heart
And you will still
Be the first to know
My graceful heart
Without even
Wanting to be
A part of it but
It's life, and unlike
The things that
Controlled me
In my unpleasant past
I'll hold onto the things
You taught me and with
Everything I decide to do
The 17 year old you
Will still be there
My voice of reason
The thing I once knew
I could trust and felt like
I was something different,
Something enough
I found it once before a few months ago and I couldn't remember then still. I actually put it in the trash because it reminded me of him-how ******* ironicly pathetic of me. I decided it was a bad idea, something told me I couldn't throw it away. I dug it out and hid it. I sometimes lose myself in daydreams where I'm brave and trusting and you would be delighted to receive it. I cry at those almost the most. You know how to tear a gut out and teach how life isn't fair.
(24/the same as you)
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